Balance

Recently, I have been weighing the scale of working versus staying home with my children. There are pro’s and con’s to both. Some Moms work because they have to. Others because they want to. And those, that are lucky, because they love their craft, whatever it may be. Some moms, would give up everything to be at home with their children. Others, know they would lose their mind if they were lay on the floor and play puzzles all day moms.
Working Mom.
Stay at Home Mom.
Moms are moms- no matter what the label is we feel we have to put on ourselves.
I have tried all three scenarios- working full time, working part time, and not working at all. I’ve worked in the office, I’ve worked from home, and I’ve worked in my home. It’s great to be around adults, fine tune your brain, dress cute, bring home a pay check- while on the flip side, it’s equally worthwhile to spend time with your children, tend to their daily needs and be the one to make their peanut butter and honey sandwich {no crust}.
What I have come to realize, is there is no one perfect solution. The best solution, is the one you create  that works best for you and your family, at the time.
Family dynamics evolve and change. Young babies allow you more office time, while they incessently sleep, while suprisingly school age children require much more of your time (think homework, after school activities).
I am debating going back to work, part time, after quitting my part time (remote) job only 8 months ago. It got to be too much, through no ones fault but my own, trying to be accessible to my family and my job all day, every day.
Morning staff Meeting? I’m there.
Parent reader in the classroom? Count me in.
Ballet carpool and snacks? I’ll do it.
Conference call while at soccer practice? Sure, just let me walk over here where it’s quiet
Important return phone call? Okay,I can hit “replay” on Chicken Little for the third time today and swallow my guilt
What’s for dinner? Got it covered.
Proposal gonna be finished by the deadline? Sure, when the kids go to bed at 8:00 am tonight, I can start working on it.
I am only one person. Everyone deserves some slack, everyone but moms. We are super human and should be able to do it, including putting a delicious, smell-good-when-he-walks-in-the-door dinner on the table at night. Or so we think.
I admire Moms that work full time. Because, let me tell you. It ain’t easy.
I admire Moms that stay at home with their baby or babies…. it is often thankless work.
And I admire those Moms that can do both, and do both well. It’s a lot of juggling both mentally and physically to constantly be switching hats.
Okay, got that off my chest. It is my deep thought for the week. What  I have been fretting over for a while now. Sometimes it just feels better to put it out there.
One thing I know. It’s assuring, that at the end of the day, whatever I am, I am still a mom. And that, my friends, isnt’ ever going to change.
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When not fretting over balance and hypethical schedules in my head, I have enjoyed watching Kenley apply blue 80’s eyeshadow to her little lids. How she found a pocket book (see, there’s that word again) to match her headband, I do not know.

When in a funk, my mom always said to buy yourself a little somethin’ to feel better. Okay, so I made that up- but I do believe that is good advice because it works.

Before……

After…. I love Thomasville, GA day trips. Never know what you can find in the little antique stores. These 8×8 watercolors were hung in a corner and originated from Illinois. I wonder who used to own them? How did they end up here?

Before: The area above the doorway needed some pizzaz.

After: Whoila.

Last week in my second trimester.

Kenley read a book to me this afternoon.

I am not sure which she is admiring here- her bracelet or her library book?

If you’ve ever wondered where Britton gets her Britton’isms from– let me tell you, it’s from her Aunt Britty. I called my sister today at worked and asked what she was doing.
She said, “rubbing fingernail polish remover on my poison ivy. I want to get rid of it before I go to the beach this weekend.’
I responded, “isn’t fingernail polish what you use to mend a hole in your panty hose Sara Britton?”
Sara Britton- “Oh ya, that’s what I was thinking of. No wonder it is burning like hell.”
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Lovely comments

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    noreply@blogger.com' says

    Hi Debe,
    Thank you for your sweet comments. I hope you are doing well- maybe we should plan another ‘spring break’ trip to the Keys soon!

    Sara Britton doesn’t keep a blog (and isn’t on facebook). I try to get photos of her babies on the blog every so often though.

    Again, thanks for taking the time to send a note. It means a lot.

    xo
    Garrett

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    noreply@blogger.com' says

    Garrett, I started reading your blog when u posted you Mom’s house tour. As she and I r high school friends I wanted to make sure she had stayed true to her art form! you have done her proud with your photos and her decorating. It is Fabulous! Loved the tour and have gone on to read some of your other blogs! Wonderfully written and amazingly insightful. You have grown into an amazing Mom and daughter, and you can tell your Mom I said so. give my love to Sara Britton also and if she blogs send it to me! I love keeping up with you girls. Debe Chesson Jordan